Disowned Love (Part One)
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|Summary: Reader has been kicked out of her house because she is dating a Hercules and not a rich man.|
|Warning: Fighting with family |
|Herc×Reader|
|Word count:1411 words
With a swift sway of the quill and a kiss on the outside of the envelope, I finished my letter to my love. I scoot back in my chair just enough to place the freshly finished note into the drawer of my desk. I always hid my letters their, in the attempt to keep my secret lover a secret. I glaze back over the note he recently sent.
‘My dearest love (F/N), My heart beats faster at every coming of your letter. And even though my writing’s and word’s are not a tool for convincing you, I do truly love you. And if you could bid me the favor of seeing you at sun rise in two days, that would be gratefully appreciated. ’
I giggled while reading his letter, he always wrote like a old man. Of course he only did that to make me laugh, and of course it worked every time. I continued to read the rest of the letter even though I have read it more than five times.
‘My love for you grows each day, and I do believe that every day I see you, you get more beautiful. My life has greatly been blessed with you coming into it, and I will never forget the day it happened. Each night I replay it over in my head and I shall till my last breathe. I do hope to see you soon, and to see that bright smile that keeps me alive. Yours truly, Hercules Mulligan’
My eye’s go to restart reading the letter but was irrupted by my door being opened unexpectedly. I try my best to hind the letter from whoever entered. It ends up getting stuffed into my drawer with all of my other letters from him. After a quick breather, I turn around to see who it was. It was my mother, wearing her same purple dress that she always wore. Her eyes swift from mine to the drawer that I tried to hind with my body, even though I was still in my chair. She takes one step forward, clearly going for the drawer to see what I had hidden inside of it. I stand up just in time to stop her, my body now covering the drawer and half of my desk.
“(Full/Name), what are you hiding?” She questions me with full authority. Her hand goes to reach around me, but my hand is quicker and gets a hold of her wrist, restricting her. “(F/N)!?” She thunders at me. I hear loud footsteps coming from the large and long set of stairs. Soon the footsteps were in my room to revile my father, a panting mess, curious to see why his wife was yelling. I look at father at first relieved but then soon realized this means more trouble.
“What is going on in here?” He asks us, his eyes weaving back and forth from mother and me. I let go of her hand, but my body doesn’t move from in front of the desk.
“Your daughter will not move from in front of the desk.” She informs him. He steps further inside the room, looking straight at me.
“(F/N). Move” He bossed me, but I don’t budge from my spot. He furrows his brows at me, and continue towards me. Mother steps back and lets father stand in front of me now. His eyes tower mine, and it would be easy for anyone else to get intimidated by him, but since he was my father I was less fearful. “Now!” He hollers in my face, and with that I was intimidated. He never yells at me, not even when I mess up very badly.
I give in and step of to the side as they both swarm over the desk, father pulling open the drawer. Inside laid the hundreds of letter I have collected from him over the time. The crumbled one at the very top, which was the first one father reaches for. I hold my breathe as he uncrumbles it, reading it along with my mother. Their eyes move from the letter to me, both of their faces painted with shook and anger. Father was the first to speak.
“Who is this?” He fumed even though he read the name below. I knew he knew who that is, he was the man that tailor his clothes. But I believe he wanted to know who he was to me.
“That-That’s.” I tried but got caught in my throat. Father sets down the letter and begin to go through the others.
“I so sincerely love you my angel? My love? Your visit with me was up most amazing?” He reads out lines from the letter’s, all of them from different ones. Mother looks along with him. After reading out a few more he looks up at me. “You are dating a Mulligan?” He questions me, but it sounded more like he was answering the question from before.
“Y-Yes.” I mumble, looking at the ground so I wouldn’t have to see their gaze.
I hear a angry sigh from father before he speaks, “Why are you dating a low life poor man like him? I thought I told you to only date people I set you up with?!” He yells at me. My eyes don’t leave to floor. “You are permitted to see him!” He continues. Now I was looking at him, anger on my face too.
“No! You can’t go that!” I fumed back at him. Trying to reach for the letters in his hands, but he moves his hand to high for me to reach.
“Watch me.” He grumbled through his gritted teeth. He turns away from me, the papers still in his hands. Mother follows behind him, her head held up high so she wouldn’t look at me. I grab his shoulder, making him turn back to me.
“No! Just because you think that money is the only important thing in the world doesn’t mean I will do what you say! I won’t stop seeing him! ” I defend myself and my love. He looks shooked for a second before going back to angry.
“Then I guess I don’t have a daughter.” He responds turning his back again on me and walking out. I stand the alone, my head racing as I think about what just happened.
My father just disowned me.
My family just disowned me.
Why? Because I date a poor man? Because I didn’t follow my fathers rules? No, I’m not going to stay here any longer. I’m leaving and never coming back. If he doesn’t accept my love for someone then I won’t stay here.
I decided. So I begin to pack all the dresses that would fit into the bag I would usually carry fruits and vegetables in from the market. After fitting two dresses in, I make my way out of my room and down the hall. About three doors down from my room are stairs that go down into the huge living room. I quietly make my way down the long set of stairs, hoping that my father wouldn’t hear me. After I’m out of my huge house I run down the road till the house is out of my sight. Ignoring the tears in my eyes, I slow down a bit. The busy street around me hiding my soft whimpers.
My family was rich, and since I was the only child, I had to marry rich and keep the chain going. Father would always set me up with the rich older guy who ended up being a jerk, so I would just stop going to the ball’s with them,but Father would always have a replacement for them. After getting lost in my thoughts for a while, I get snapped back into the real world by someone yelling at me.
“Watch it!” They yell, scaring me half to death.
“I’m sorry, sir.” I apologize to the rude stranger. He grumbles before walking away. I look at the street sign to see I was right next to the only person’s house I could go to and since it was getting dark. I decide to knock on his door.
“(F/N)? Mon ami, Bonsoir! Comment ça va?”(My friend, good evening! How are you?) He asks me, and since I was around him so much, I knew what he was saying.
“Not good, Can I say with you? My family kind of disowned me.”